Come on, babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that Jazz

Start the car
I know whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Jazz

And all that Jazz
And all that Jazz

Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that Jazz

Right up here
Is where I store the Juice
And all that Jazz

Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you lucky Lindy
Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that Jazz?

Come on, babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz
(And all that Jazz)

I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that Jazz
(And all that Jazz)

Start the car
I know whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Jazz

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!